Photos from SVA’s Mentors show, which opens tonight in NYC. Check it out!
In 2013, I saw a lot of women. They were all beautiful. I also saw a lot of garbage. It was beautiful too. I don’t remember seeing all that many men.
kids have to play on that, you know?
Hey, Students! Here’s How to Make Sure Your Life Isn’t Shit in 2014
This year, around 2.5 million people will live the student life. You poor, fuckers. For many of last September’s freshmen, there will be as much as $30,000 worth of debt to look forward to the moment they collect their diplomas and get that precious first glimpse down the barrel of graduate despair.
Those who have been students for a year or two now will be starting to realize that, beneath the tranquillizing veil of $3 pitchers and student discounts, their prospects are actually pretty horrible. While tuition increases at public and private school has been slowing down recently, reports show that net costs—what you and your parents pay after scholarships and grants—are at an all-time high.
So, these days you can add academic profiteering to all the usual troubles: deadlines, mono, freshmen 15, finding yourself, losing yourself, and Tinder dates over $5 stone-baked bar pizzas. Then there’s the legal-high Russian roulette the government is aiding by instantly banning any new substance to emerge from Hangzhou’s chemical factories.
There is an enthusiasm for the counterculture in Orlando, with a strong punk scene and DIY community. You can end up in a mosh pit at a warehouse with no air conditioning, a local art show at a converted apartment located above a pizza shop, a dive bar feeling like you are back at a friend’s basement back in high school, or riding bikes to a sweaty house party full of flying beer cans and leather jackets. These photos capture the faces in the crowds, the rowdy party-going youth of Orlando.
This Guy Is Losing His Virginity in Public for an Art Project
Virginity generally tends to be a big deal for most people. This is presumably because society dictates that, pre-sex, you are a hairless fawn crawling your way through the embarrassing undergrowth of training bras and stealth wanking, and post-sex you’re fully grown with a comprehensive understanding of D’Angelo’s discography and the right to drink triple sec next to swimming pools. But then society is notoriously cruel and probably doesn’t even know what it’s talking about.
In a bid to understand where the obsession with virginity comes from, my friend Clayton Pettet, a student at London’s Central Saint Martins art school, has decided to lose his flower in front of a crowd next year as part of performance piece titled Art School Took My Virginity. He told me that some tabloid journalists had been sniffing around the story, so I thought I’d give him a call before they got their noses in the trough.
VICE: So, I hear you’re being hounded by the press?
Clayton Pettet: Yeah, I just spoke to this journalist and it was so weird—it feels like the national papers that are asking about the project want to get the best angle and rip it apart. It’s crazy. It’s not something I’m used to, watching everything I say with caution.
But you must have expected something like this would happen, right?
I don’t really mind what they say about me, as long as it’s their words. I don’t want them to twist mine. But it brings discussion, and whether it’s making people angry, excited, or confused, it’s bringing forth emotion about art. Which is something we’ve lost.
People say that everything has been done already, but I don’t think that’s true. If you think hard enough, there’s shit that only you could think of—something so buried inside of you that, if you let yourself, you’d be able to just to throw up onto a canvas and let your mind do the rest.